Setting: FAKE Second Season Chapter 3.
Summary: Dee is in serious trouble, and Ryo must find him – before it’s too late.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt # 461: Find / Found.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: I'm working on a longer version of this (not sure how much longer), which I'll post on my journal eventually.
When a cop goes missing while investigating a case, it’s seldom a good sign, and while Dee wasn’t always reliable when it came to being where he said he would be when he said he’d be there, he usually had the decency to call and say if he was running late.
This was different though.
It was becoming increasingly obvious that whatever was going on it had to do with the black market trade in human organs for transplant, and the night before, Dee had mentioned stopping by the free clinic near his apartment on his way to work to show the doctor there a sketch of the boy whose head had been found in a dumpster. Even with the detour, he should’ve been at work by now, but he wasn’t. Ryo was damned sure Dee would have phoned him if he’d found anything, or if he needed backup. Unless something, or someone, prevented him…
Ryo had a horrible feeling that Dee might well have unknowingly walked straight into a very bad situation and that suspicion was all he needed to head out of the Precinct as fast as he could. He had to find his partner, before it was too late and Dee became the organ thief’s next victim.
Across town, Dee had indeed found something he wasn’t expecting. The clinic, which operated out of a derelict building, was oddly deserted, although he was sure he’d been told someone would be there. Unfortunately for him, it turned out someone was indeed there. The attack from behind was so sudden that before Dee even knew anyone was behind him, he’d been stabbed with a hypodermic. He had no chance to defend himself, and whatever he’d been shot with worked fast.
When he woke up, he was strapped to a table, naked from the waist up, and Dale, the medical student he’d met before, was standing over him, gloating about how he was liberating the kids he killed from their miserable lives.
Dee was angrier than he’d been for a long time. Dale was targeting kids like himself, and like Dee, orphans with no family, and in so doing he was taking away their chances of making a better life for themselves the way the two of them had. Worse, he was doing it for money. He had to be stopped, but unless Dee could break free of the straps holding him down, he wasn’t in a position to do much of anything.
When the door flew open and Ryo and Drake burst in, Dee’s heart soared! He should have known his baby would find him in the knick of time. Ryo could be an airhead at times, but he’d remembered where Dee said he was going and had mounted a rescue.
As Ryo unstrapped him from the table and helped him up, Dee wanted nothing more than to throw his arms around his partner and kiss him senseless, but he didn’t have the strength. He’d thank his baby properly later.